Yield

18. Ryke

I twirl my fork around, leaning into the counter to take a bite, since Max doesn’t have any chairs in her kitchen. She should have asked for more. She’s selfless. Gave her ex everything he wanted and more. The only things she cares about are the ones she can’t replace. She’s capable of finding the same balance I have...turning my job on when it’s time to work and off when the day is over. Not a lot of women are okay with dating a guy in my field. They get jealous or they get consumed.

“It’s not bad.”

“Shouldn’t be. It’s the most basic of basics dishes.”

She sets her fork down, tipping back her lemon water. Trying to sit her glass back down, she catches the fork in a weird position, flinging the noodles on it in the air. I flinch, but they land on my arm, anyway.

Her lips tug up immediately.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out and cups her hands over her mouth.

“Oh, you think this is funny?”

Her head shakes in short side-to-side nods, trying to hide her amusement.

“What if I—”

“Don’t you do it!” She scolds me, backing into the fridge and shielding her arms in front of her face.

“I wouldn’t do that,” I insist, monotone.

She gawks as I coat the tips of my fingers in the sauce that’s left on my plate.

“Sarcasm! Sarcasm at its finest. Keep your hands where I can see them.” She points.

“My hands?” I raise them in surrender. “These hands?” Looking between them, I creep forward. “My hands couldn’t do that much damage.”

“If you touch me with those saucy hands—”

“You’ll what?” I close the gap between us. “What will you do if I touch you, Max?”

I don’t think. Not for a second. I follow my impulse and take her jaw in my hands, pressing my lips to hers. She stiffens in shock, but I kiss her deeper and she meets me halfway, giving into what she desperately, hungrily wants.

Her lips are…

Soft.

Unsteady.

Ample.

Fucking lusty.

Guiding her mouth open with mine, I lick up her lip and taste her tongue.

Fuck.

She’s everything I’ve been waiting for.

She nips at my skin, tugging it and falling deeper into me. My dirty hands find their way to her cheeks, pushing her hair back. I’ll turn her red, painting every square inch of this kitchen with tomato sauce.

Hips to her hips, I steer her around.

God damn, she’s beautiful.

I reach around her, blindly shoving our plates and whatever the fuck else is on the counter to the floor with one hand. The crash sounds brutal, certainly breaking something, but fuck it. I’ll buy her new stuff. I’m not leaving her mouth.

Her eyes wander, trying to assess the damage.

“Na-na-no.” I chase her lips, not letting them leave mine for a second. My fingers pressed into her exposed thighs, and she rocks into my chest, sucking at my mouth.

I fucking love these shorts on her.

Fingering her belt loops, I pull her against my erection. Her lips drift as she catches a breath. “This is a bad decision,” she hums.

My hard kiss takes her again.

“A bad decision is better than no decision.”

God, her fucking perfect mouth.

“I don’t know.”

I tear back. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her unfocused eyes shuffle over mine, slowly falling to my lips.

“No.”

My kisses are possessive and hers are greedy. I swallow her moans, getting high off of them. Yanking her hips and gliding her to turn around, she bends over the white countertop, grinding her ass into me.

Reaching around, I unbutton her shorts. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.” The arch in her body breaks and a sound of pleasure mixed with pain spills out in her weakness.

“Wait.” Her hands cover mine.

“I’ll stop. Do you want to stop?”

“I, uh…”

“It’s okay.” I start to pull away, but she squeezes my hands.

“I didn’t shave.”

“What? I don’t fucking care.”

“It’s not pretty.”

“The jungle is fucking beautiful. It’s dangerous — could take a man’s life, but it’s worth it.”

I can feel her smile without seeing it. “Okay,” she softly replies.

“Should I keep going?”

“Yeah.”

Tugging her shorts down, I lift one ankle out of them and then the other, leering up at her body.

Long legs.

Thick thighs.

Fucking...fucking tasty, round ass.

Running my hands up her legs, over her hips, her ribs, her arms, I gently caress her shoulders.

“Max, I’m not ready yet, but...do you have condoms?”

“Mhm. My purse.” More soft hums as she offers her neck to my mouth.

I brush her hair to the side. Long, dark, soft, and...the heavenly scent.

“What are you wearing? It smells incredible.” I softly take her skin.

“It’s um, uh, that one in my room.”

“Mm, I guess we’ll look at it later.”

I kiss the back of her neck.

Her shoulder.

Her elbow.

And I drop to a squat, gently pulling at the little black strings on her hips.

“God, peach.”

“Is it that bad?”

I drag her knees open. “It’s that good.”

Sucking two fingers into my mouth, I trace the back of her knee. She wiggles a little and I move up her thigh, little by little.

“You really want this. You need this, don’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

“I have an idea.”

Rubbing over her wet pussy, I circle over her clit. It takes a second attempt to get it to her liking, to get her body to react the way I want it to. She leans into her toes, sucking in a breath.

“I have a question,” I murmur.

“Mhm.”

“How many times did you re-read my texts from that night and listen to the voice messages?”

Her breathing cuts in and out. “More times than I want to admit.”

“Did you scream my name?”

“Moaned.”

“Don’t be shy now.”

I lick between her legs with the flat of my tongue, nibbling at her sweet, fucking wet pussy. She rides against it like she needs more. I tenderly warn her, sinking two fingers inside of her.

She’s mine.

Finally. Mine.

Even if it’s only for one night.

A clinging noise draws my attention and I glance up. What is she pulling out of the drawer? Is that a spatula?

“Ryke.” She looks back, handing it to me. She deadpans, holding my gaze. “Fuck me.”

“What?” I swallow. “It’s a fucking spatula.”

“It’s silicone, vanilla.“ She bobs her head like I should know that.

“Vanilla? I appreciate vanilla.”

“I do too, but...” She trails off.

“Max?”

She shrugs. “You break it, you buy it.”

“You’re serious?”

“Ryyyke,” she cries. “It’s been sterilized. I left my vibe, and I was…”

“You planned on using this because you forgot your toy?”

“Don’t judge me.”

“I’m not, but…” I sigh. “Fuck...okay.”

I run the flat over her thigh, tenderly slapping her ass with the widest part. It fucks her up. Her back curves with a moan I’ve been waiting for. Teasing her, I play on the outside of her pussy, making her new toy wet.

Am I...Is this...It’s what she wants.

She veers back when I cast into her, gradually thrusting, fucking her with this ridiculous...thing. It’s fucked and it’s killing me, making me jealous of an object. I’ve been fantasizing about being with her for too long.

Fuck this.

Pulling her hand from the counter, I give her the toy. “Keep it warm for me.” I walk into the living room. “Where’s your purse?”

“By the door,” she calls.

I unzip the small bag, opening the pockets on the inside.

I turn around, looking back into the kitchen. She’s completely...completely naked. Her back is arched, the hard surface is her pillow, and one of her legs is bent with her foot on the edge of the white top. Brown eyes flick to mine and then close as she twists at the wrist, gripping the end of the tool in her hand.

She was nervous and...shy at the club. I wasn’t expecting this side of her. She’s feral...unimaginably and...she knows exactly what she wants.

I start unraveling my belt. The sound piques her interest. She hoists herself up to the edge of the counter. My girl on display. Spread. Wet. Needy. Starving.

How long has it been since she’s slept with a man? Fuck. I rushed into this. We should have talked more. Fuuck. Why are her tits not in my mouth?

She stares at my cock as I pull it out, pushing off my jeans and pulling my shirt over my head. “Would the audience like to give me feedback?”

“A test drive is required first.”

I nod, pushing out my lip in agreement. “You’re so cheeky when you’re in the mood.”

She watches me gear up, less ravenous than she had been. Her eyes alarm me. They slip away as if something is splitting in her head. Her lips pinch together, rolling, and straightening again. Her chest rises and she pulls me close, kissing me with less intensity.

“Stop.” I grab her chin. “Hey, stop. You’re not okay.”

The direction of her eyes rapidly changes, making me nervous. I want her so fucking bad, but is she really...She’s not ready and I can’t be that guy. I can’t be Rave. Not with her. Not now.

“Peach, it’s about him.”

The slowest nod tilts down. No, don’t look away.

“Hey, it’s fine.”

“No.” Her fingers press to my forearm, the hair standing at attention. “Go slow. I haven’t been with…” Her eyes leave me again.

“Um...are you telling me he is the only one?”

“No...the second...and the first guy...it only happened once, but I made up my mind, Ryke. I’m sure you have more experience than me and all I’m asking is to take it slow.”

“Of course,” I agree.

Fucking the same guy for like ten years and this moment changes that forever...Am I an asshole? Should I —

“Ryke, don’t overthink it.” She reads my face.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re a man and men either don’t think or they overthink.” She smiles and looks down at my cock again. I stare at her. “Ryke. I’m fine. I want this.”

I nod and ease the tip in. Oh...that’s good. I slowly pump, varnished in her secretion, wrapping my hands around her knees and pulling her close, hoping her clit gets enough pressure from grinding against me.

I suck her nipple into my mouth. Does she like that? Is this what she was expecting? Was it worth it? Is my dick bigger? Fuck, she feels good.

“You keep squeezing around me like that. I know you’re getting close.” Tracing from the base of her neck to her chin with my tongue, I hum against her jaw. “Hold it there. Don’t you want to savor it? You liked that counting thing I did, right? I have a new idea.” I slam into her, moans rushing out of her lungs. “Each time you moan, scream, or whisper my name, you get praised. You like that, right? You like to be my good, good girl.” Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this. We didn’t talk about this. I don’t know if this is what she wants. I’m making assumptions. I’m going to ruin this for her. It’s too much. Too fast.

“Mhm. I’ll be your good girl.”

Hah.Oh yes. Was she made for me? She’s a woman with a mission, grinding her hips into me as fast as I can drive deep into her.

“Mm, Ryke.”

The sweet moans.

“That’s my girl.”

“Ryyke.”

“You’re doing such a good job.” She’s going to break my fucking heart. Break me off and fuck me up, goddamn yes.

“R-R.”

“You can do it,” I encourage her, breathy. “I know you can.”

“Ryke, ohh oh, Ryyke,” she gets louder.

“Fuck. You’re so good to me. Riding my cock so well.”

I push deeper, holding it in place as she rocks over and over, becoming more violent, thrashing as she digs her nails into my arms. Fucking tomato sauce in her hair, dried to her skin and she’s still gorgeous...like when she was dancing in my kitchen in clothes two sizes too big.

“Don’t stop. I want to hear you scream.”

Her moans get loud. My name gets longer.

“You listen so well, sweet peach.”

Her body hugs mine, rides mine...chases the built-up pleasure. I catch her head from knocking off the counter, holding her tight as she cums around me. I’m making her cum this hard. She wanted me to do this to her and I almost want to record her moaning my name and send it to her ex. Petty. I would never, yet the thought makes it hotter.

“Ryke, baaby. Oh—” Her voice cuts out, unable to get the sound out.

Soaked in her ecstasy, I can’t hold off any longer. My hands slam to the counter. I suck in air and it shakes out of me. “Ohh, fuck. God...oh, peach...ba-by.”

My head hangs in the crook of her neck. I press my lips to her smooth rosy-pale skin inhaling her vanilla something and body heat. I unbury my face, finding her lips.

Why is she looking up at me like that? Big puppy eyes like she...like she did something wrong.

I gently pull out and she jumps to her feet, picking up her clothes. I grab her thong, holding it in front of her, snatching it back when she tries to take it from my fingers. “You say that I’m the mystery, but you point a finger at me while three points back at you. You are this code I can’t crack, Max. I like video games but I’m not as brilliant as artificial intelligence.” I clasp my hand around her wrist, tucking the panties in her palm. “You want things, but won’t let yourself have them. You could have this every fucking night, but judging by how you readily gather your clothes and try to run off, it won’t be happening again.”

“Ryke…” She shakes her head. “I’m sorry.” And rushes to the bathroom. Like that, she’s no longer mine. And this time, I can’t pretend it didn’t happen...that there aren’t any feelings.